_Soft, suttle, and ripe... like a female... mmm. that's how i feel as of this moment!!! CHEERS TO EVERYONE! I'M FEELING SO DARN TIPSY, TERRFIC, AND DE LOVELY I COULD JUST KISS SOMEONE!!! BEAUTIFUL... yesterday was a magnificent, fabulous Friday. Was 2 busy though, went places. everyone was hyped about the Junior prom last night, and i wonder oh i wonder who went!? ~,~ curious... charles is mucho curioso! (upside down exclamation). anyways we sang some more heavenly songs in the morning yesterday, then at second Angela thought there was a rat or mouse near where she was sitting. It turned out to be dried, darkened collective dirt. hilarious, just funny. in fact my funny bone's just cracking so much these days i might need some love glue to mend it all togetha, sistas! u know what i mean! horrifying test yesterday in hp adv alg, mis greewn laying the smackdown once again. however, theres no hw. but theres a chapter test on next tuesday!!! (shakes head and fists violently). very frustrated with that, but im still so optimistic and hyphee because despite consequences Cheok Fun, one of my most fun pals since yesterday, began cheating with me and let me see some answers. his answers were quite odd but hey- im grateful. he keeps misplacing his $1 owes to me and i think im gonna start charging him interest for the "lends/borrowing". or maybe not... hes not rich, as are basically all my friends. but rich would = evil, and id want a kind, respectful individual instead. favored strongly. so Oscar Frassinetti, this Puerto Rican right, he got a thin beard, hung with him at lunch. chatted about various things, he wants to work with computers someday. he already has alotta computer involved classes. impressive. so he reminds me Styner isnt here Friday 4th period for computers so its gonna be a fun class period with no one accomplishing work. fun, fun, all fun!!! purely great! we actually ended up playing games all period and just relaxing and chilling like it was -100 degrees weather, brrr. i ended up last survivor AS ALWAYS in all games, but owell mister macdonald was sub. hes OK, very passive. some random fool burst out a cherry bomb during 4th, so loud it freaking burst apart my sensitive ears! my eyes are immeasurably sensitive as well! i thought i saw glaring stars but after a few blinks i was like, what the booze happened? owell then i joined Chris and Gerald after school during robotics club, one of the many clubs im in; i havent been w/ those 2 in a long time, like a week probly. they didnt change much, i helped in minor ways to help them build some machine involved things. ran around the school a bit trying to change things to make them work for the club. and then Lend was there. speaking of Lend, hes a senior this year, and hes tight. i mean hes tight like shit tight (dont even start w/ meee) im so happy. because he at lunch i was starving i swear my stomach of steel is bailing out on me nowadays. so before my intestines collapsed, he lent me a small part of his cheese sandwich and gave me some chocolate milk to eat. Mucho Gracias! such a brilliant buddy. then after school he lets me taste some sour skittles, some sweet cookies too. and then i went to meet cheok later for basketball. b ball was so crazy, we won by 1!!! yes yes yes!!!!!!! ohhhh yeah, the chickens is hungry! then after we were done playing the b game, Cheok had some red licorice left lying on the ground in a package, i ate em with dirty hands! i guess im not micro managing and being insanely hygienic as i sanitarily am. if that makes any sense. he still had 2 sandwiches left, and damn he gives me one! alright, i got so much great peopel giving me food all day!!! hreh... cheok offers to get double lunches during lunch so i dont need to stress myself into getting food. i dont think it'll work for many reasons. he says he lives in oakland and takes a bus to and from home alot. i waited with him for the bus and then we saw mister styner, we yelled to him so damn loud across the parking lot and he still couldnt hear us! comedy central, i swear life is. then chris wants to borrow a dollar to buy dasani water; meh, i let him even though he coulda drank normal fountain water. same thing(shrug). i walk home in waaaaay 2 baggy black slacks. kept falling. and as i walked, different fragrances mostly from flowers erupted. smelled them and looked up at the clear blue sky. heard some birds nearby. chirping a bit, probly singing. and i thought. alot. alotta thought i put into thought. "Humans are suvivors." i used to dislike the quote but now i realize alot more. people are here to live. we live, for various reasons, unknown or recognized. what we do is live. some struggle, some dont, some stay, the rest die. u treat someone badly, they'll treat u back similarly. but theres so many peaceful, kind, generous peoples around me. and yet theres so many wretched. its a balance, but i dont agree totally. we're all here to try and make a living. trying to survive. thats what everyone does. thats what EVERYTHING does. or at least tries. so today i woke up at 10pm. and didnt really wanna go outside but got persuaded by my brother and went to downtown chinatown oakland. played some bball and played with a small group of asians. my defense was spectacular!!! was in constant movement. but offense just drilled me -_- ^-^ stop the frowns and turn em upside dooooownnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (dances around a bit) ohhhyeahhh im feeling it!!! good feelings all around. untill.... mis green gives me a D, a fawking D in math?! what?! u STINKING JACKASS HOE, BITCH!!!i oughta... but then i control myself, and look once more at report card. 3.25 GPA. not bad, not good either. i wanted at least 3.50!!! son of a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! karen green, i shall smite u someday if u aggravate me that much. are u tired of reading this? im so sorry... i just remembered i got 990/1800 on the SAT I!!! bs, garbage. owell they say that at least half of the total score on SATs is decent deadline for SAT IIs is april 29 for june 5 testing! oh yes, turn clocks an hour faster! ridiculous daylight saving time!!! arghhhfffff. starts April 4th, 2004 till October 31, 2004. what a way to end halloween, by slowing it an hour. heheh. im gonna laugh till tears flow outta my ears one of these days. and i couldnt join key club yet... due to some annoying little distractions. illuminating day to you, mate!_

April 4, 2004; 12:20pm, slowed Sunday

_well. tis strange. u know why? because its faster by an hour and everything feels motionless, so still and dead and mellow. maybe its because of egad gloomy day weather... mom and younger bro "Dave" both want to go see the musical play. harharhahahaha, verrry funny... gotta get em tickets soon. moms a hard worker, so industrious, but one of her greatest weaknesses is buying. she'll purchase basically anything no matter what the situaiton. she heeds not to our advice, she buys herself into debt i swear. cheok's a sophomore, told me he wanted to be a computer science worker one day. heh. so sacramento, best passing team in NBA is fighting Houston Rockets, one of the top 5 best defensive teams in NBA. turnovers and defensive spurts are being caused everywhere and pts are being contained behind 100! owel... sacramento got pushed to 3rd overall place in NBA ranks. garbage... hopefully they'll win the championship this year! its lunchtime, i should be eating. its very peculiar that i remember the most wrong, yet right, but contradictory & seemingly useful and unimportant things. like Never Eat Squiggly Worms. which is a catchy saying for memorizing the directions on earth, i saw it and looked at it once from this magazine i read couple years ago and it stuck like hell in my head ever since. another one is when i remembered my 5th grade music teacher telling us about "Spring forward, Fall back!" and fall is always the main time since slower is better.... so therefore i memorized that easily ever since as well. nothing seems super speeded or fast paced at all. in fact, i woke up sore all over my joints feeling rusty. but now im a bit more soothed. maybe its because of my increasingly stunning health =- P theres rehearsal tomorrow night 6pm-9pm as usual. and no mister styner! yay... but not in bad way... hes a cool, bomb smacking guy but still. we'll be hoorah and all fun in 4th again, yes yes. April showers, May flowers; buh bye fer now!

5pm; damn, i feel totally refreshed as can be. im finally back to my former self from all those restless, energy deprived weeeeeeks... ahh (sigh). i think i still need to catch up on some more hrs of sleep. back in 2nd grade at this jacked up school called Las Animas, which focused on teaching only math and science, i fed paper to my teacher's white rabbit and almost killed it. ahahhaa, i am evil. so what; whatcha gon' do bout it, peoples?! i remember when i was around 8 i freaking stuck pebbles in david's ears. and nearly clogged them... (brain is distorted) whats wrong with me!_

April 5, 2004; 10:15pm, medium Monday

_"Everyone has to make sacrifices/compromises." I halfly believe in this, but it's very harsh. especially in todays world..... life is never what it seems and yet partly it IS what is it. confusion, delirium.... jeez... some try to make small sacrifices. some make a ton of them and dont care. some just compromise and try to "justify" by labeling it with simple words. we do it to survive... but can one not sacrifice or compensate and still live blissfully? difficult. probably possible. *sigh*... at least the temp hasnt risen to triple digits... in fact its been pretty cold today, so i dont swelter. GREAT! but good god... the musical is still in hysteria. TOTAL disorganization. drat. and im contributing to the pandemonium as well. sand Ode To Peace by Beethoven today in Choir. styners not gonna be in 4th tomorrow also!!! yayy... but we 11 people have work to catch up on. son of a terrorist. in math, its like karen green wanted to compensate for giving her students such bad grades. so shes giving out mini sized chocolate bars which are pretty chewy... mmmmm i love em, literally. i grabbed like 10 total today. so test in alg is postponed till friday. lovely._

April 6, 2004; 2:50pm, tame Tuesday

_ahhh... sub for alg 3rd period and a female sub for 4th period. tight. waaay cool. i won once in chess and actually lost lamely to cheok once. ate a salmon sandwich. fish in general is the best meat. but its also almost easiest to contract poisons and toxins from if one is careless. im healthy, fit fit fittest to the T... ohhh yeahh... peopel said they were going to do some work bu they dint in class. talk is cheap. hrmmm gotta know lines and everything for Anything Goes musical by thursday, bought tickets for mom and bro to see musical on 29th. got rehearsals all this week till thursday. and theres mandatory dress on that day. darnnnnnnnnnnn.... owell its all gravy & mashed potatoes. time is passing strangely slowly... i saw once: "Work kills time." sometimes its very true._

April 7, 2004; 5pm, wayward Wednesday

_ahhhhhhh FUCK!!! so many so little time to do!!! ahhhyaaaaaaaaa tomollow me is screwed. sub tomorrow for 1st period choir, so i get some sorta cheap rest there... we're learning music theory and all sorts of hooplah in musical choir right now. hecka bs... but i love what i do and i do what i love, as usual. sooo anyways we were chatting about stuff in 2nd period. very significant issues about the district changing to 6 period days. very weird. i personally approve of it. Block schedules are just piehole gay. i swear.. but then one thing led to the other people started starting up conversations and all sorts of noise in english. oodd... these students in life are so helpless and inferior. yet i am one, and we can still put up a fight against bad things. and we are capable of controlling our destinies more than we think. alotta problems arose, and my mind sorta juggled them all over my minds eyes... welp. today was just peculiar... not like any other wasnt!!! but it really was. this week has been full of mischief and mayhem and mind boggles. especially not for me, but SLHS. fights and brawls all over the spots surrounding school. additionally a supposed fire alarm was advised to be ignored if it rang. dang... and then the shcool began kicking us out immediately after 2pm, an early out day today. ive already figured out what im taking next year, last year of "fooling around, getting my act together, being a kid". whatever, squarish punks who believe that. im charles, im me; im myself. nobody should be able to say what u must be or something. u are urself, nobody else. so what if im 60 years old one day, and i still act as ridiculously childish and lighthearted as i do now? what if im still as jocular, with some weakass existence. ill just have to struggle to become the best. its totally strange the conversations people have these days. people are so disorganized. not doing homework, bad class leaderships... all sortsa stuff. parents are doing 2 much, in over their heads. IM SORRY!!!... i did have to mention my clases stil. AP English4, HP Government/Economics, Notables. those 3 are most permanent... and spanish2 might be likely. or ill finish it off in summer. bah to it._

April 9, 2004; 2:30pm, final Friday

_ddanggg, homies. everyones pumped up for sprink break!!! yayyyyayyyyyyyyyyy!!!! soooo happy me is (nodnod). today i visited the school cafeteria after like since forever. got some grub. alison was there, she said might be no rehearsal next friday morning. good for me then! ty muy mucho... annie told me sashies in her final form? id love to see. or maybe not; anyways in the morning we took the Choir picture for yearbook. and then these 2 seniors from Mission High School performed solos for us from Les Miserable. Splendid, just BRILLIANTLY TOUCHING. it was so heartbreaking when Andrew sang Empty Chairs At Empty Tables- it was about friends being lost... -_- right now in obviously computer science. ; - \ everyone jokes around and talks about various stuff. makes it a bit fun, but a bit corny. hrehehehmmm..... im gonna try getting at least 8-9 hrs of sleep everyday. revive myself... ive noticed alot that my eyes are very reddish, crimson even at times. shows what a disruptive past i had. additionally, brisly bags are sorta forming under my eyes. i normally fantasmically dont have bags under my eyes butttt................. owell. they're going to dissapear. and then 2 weeks from now the gala opening is starting. its showing on alotta dates, like 6 days, all different. =- ) cheating alot on math tests and quizzes, thank you so much Cheok Fun U. gonna do college prep tests like STAR 9 and shit when 9-11 graders return from break. then we turn in the book report a day after return, wth is up with that, gigolos? but its all gravy & mashed potatoes. mmmm... chocooolate...

9pm; ok... i lost 3 times in different teams. odd. once to all filipino team, then to two other crap teams. what the jizzles my nizzles off the hisshizzles fo diszle on the begizzle meh griddles, puffies?! then cheok gave me some leftover altoids he had for like a whole month. laff! then he answered my question that bus tickets are still 75 cents. so he gives me two nickels and i give him an extra 65 cent ticket. dam, hes really neat. and ALSO (lol) he asked if a half torn dollar bill was capable of being used on the bus without being noticed by the driver. i scoffed and said the bozo would note it... lol. so he migrated to america since 2000. ever since 6 grade. hrmmm. dam i love music! holy chihuaha aye hellolitos! ive gotta get a clean shave. my chin stubbles growing badly. did i ever mention when i get a haircut it makes me look soooooooo...... plain ugly. i swear, i admit out of all other things. i mean, i just look like the last man on earth youd wanna meet. buuuut i must get a haircut sometime this weekend. or maybe next week- my hairs becoming an unneeded problem, tooo long, arhghhhhh. hopefully not too long cuz my hair grows back in a week, hoorayyyyy. im getting my drivers license sometime during spring break. and im improving in one beautiful part of basketball!!! shooting. i thought itd never come to it... mmmm. that Febreeze smell on my shirt is just plain enticing ; - D. anyyyways...... HAVE A DELECTABLE, DELICIOUS, DILEMMA, DELOVELY REST, CHICKADEES AND ROOSTERS!!!_

April 10, 2004; 6pm, SUCKY SATURDAY

_assholes. thats what those bitchy punks are, those faggots potheads who call themselves my parents. in the morning i just broke right there in front of the door. a little tears dropped from my eyes when i just exploded, transforming into the most aggressively beastly tyrant. man... i swear the whole neightborhood heard everything and it all. i almost forgot who i was and my furious motherfucking anger!!! damnnnn..... but it was like a release after a loong time. i held so much bs pent up inside me.. and for those few morning seconds, i was the Devil, pure in form. but i was worse, wasnt i? unbeliveably suprising. surprisingly unbelieveable. damn, it was horrible. i almost hucking wrecked the damn door down, and it was a strongass door. i was rampaging and raving and everythingggg..... i threatened once again to kill that bitch right in front of her face. scowling, i got into the damn car. and went to downtown. i cooled down a lot ever since... but its becoming more and more apparent that im so lean and slim just because theres been an immeasurable amounts of stress and harsh reality in my life... ugh..... i have a totally unmatchable fury; i foam at the mouth and look like hellish and demonic, intimidatingly unmerciful eyes. i was unstoppable... she even said shes calling the fucking useless meathead cops- if anyone called law enforcement, id be bold enuf to rid those lazy bums as well as any cop hater. but my blazing ferocity is so rare. because i use almost everything to reject the crimson darkness behind my dislocated self... i really do... i miss alot of people.

"Don't start talking about your past since once you do, you start missing everyone more than before." i miss my friends. even though i made a new one, his names Andy!!! he works in SF, lives in alameda, and... strangely plays bball in oakland courts. i met him there today in morning. hes pretty good of a player, and is in his 30s. he defeated me 7-21 pts. bahh.... im so lame ; = \ i shouldnt have taken that many 3 pters. Cheers to loving, everlasting friendship. >=-|_

April 11, 2004; 6:15pm, settled Sunday

_Happy Easter, everybody!!! if thar's one "American" holiday im not sure about or one that i dont know of, its easter. buuuut ive been keeping track and news reports are present. so yeah. annnd the Sacramento Kings whooped the Los Angeles Lakers like whoa!, by 17 points!!! huge NBA game right thurr, ya see? damn, the kings were just extensively hot handed todayy!! ohhh yeahhhh... "The search to heal the pains of heartache may lead to an even greater one." such a true, true phrase. how about u, what are ur thoughts about this quote? dont hesitate to tell me about it at [email protected], my email ever since i can remember... ~!~ /./ welpp. heartaches ache so much._

April 12, 2004; Noon, middle Monday

_"Life is but a walking shadow, a ludicrous player that struts and frets his hours upon the stage and then is heard nevermore. It is the tale of an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." *sigh*... charles looks down on himself, but looks up to himself at times. he has more than enough to fix himself and everything, yet he does not. he constantly thinks he has down sydrome... depression. its hard to be cold and alone like that. Life- what is it? its a tragedy, a comedy, an injury, happy, and fury all mixed into one. but in the end, death wins it all with one taunting, satisfied grin. hmmm. i should start composing more poetry. hreh. maybe no no. dont u just despise the days when the sun just cant decide to come out or stay in? its like ying and yang, good and evil, so indecisive but already conteplated. if anyone wondered about these sayings/expressions/phrases/enlightenment, i get em from various sources if i didnt say so myself before. but anyhhowww... it's all divine, hellofan elevator... all my fortune faded eventually.

Did i ever speak to u all about my birth and all about it? i guess not, huh. i was born on the Frisco dock, around 8am on a Saturday of March 21, 1987. and im 1/3 French, 2/3 Asian. guess what. asian blood dominated waaaay more. hahaha. azns fer re-eel!!! its odd, im sure i was never rich. ive always had a rickety upbringing, childhood and all that. but now in comparison to the cemeterial past i had before, ive settled alot. i sometimes cry easily, im over emotional and overtly dramatic. expressions on me change continuously. im a zealot, yet im so darn lazy. im a slacker, my friends. im surrounded by hoardes of friendliness, yet do you feel the questions of my loneliness? ugh... parents had me around when they were in 20s and dad in 30s. dad is about 10 years older than mom. hmm. dad was a government worker, he was a govt spy and specialist, doing daring, dangerous things and all that. godamnit. he "tried" to prevent any of his occupational disturbances wreck my life... but unfortunately, it was too much. what made everything worse? his pathetically deranged anger, derived into me as of this day. he constantly had to move from place to place and location to location across the US in the northwestern parts. luckily we still had a permanent settlement in illustrious CA. *charles broods a bit* he seemed to always get himself into trouble, and i was far too young to remember, but he usually had a couple government bastards chasing him whichway and this way. sure, he had some good allies, but it wasnt enough sometimes.

keep this a secret. i was struck by lightning, or thunder, in Auir, Alaska. When i was five. it was actually a rare, unfortunate occurrence really. who knew thunderstorms could occur in alaska like that? i dont really remember anything at that point. it felt sorta stinging and it was lke god or some surreal, impossibly perceptible presence had touched me back then. i got light sensitive eyes because of it though. and my ears turn fire red sometimes because of that strike. and my eyes are devilish and since then, i had a sorta split personalities. one side this, and my normal side. its so difficult to explain. i dont like basically anything about it. its hard to get over a past u cant bury. since there was so much trouble and shit going on, my brutal dad "trained" me to handle the harsh realities. he often left me drenched or freezing in wet/cold weather, justifying the fact that id be toughened. or whenever im in the sun too long, the megalomaniac wouldnt give a damn at all and id be sizzled, burnt chicken by the time i returned under the shade. or when im too young to look after myself, and when i get clusmy, usual bruises or scrapes, or a whole ton of injuries and bleeding all over the place. im damaged parts. he used to torment me, worse than anything.... simple words, no, they cant describe it. he was a senile bastard, and forever will be. he pushed me to my limits and then more. my mental, spiritual, and emotional, physical parts- he crushed me over and over again and then spawned me forth once again, thinking i was gonna be rougher each time. Well.

Where am i now, you fuckin megalomaniac? im a psychotic, insane, goofy slacker. who tries desperately to hush out the pent up torments and stress inside me every little second...

April 13, 2004; 9pm, tyrannical Tuesday

_goddamn sunuvabitches!!! thats what they is. wtf?! whats wrong with those demons? those punks? those neighbors, those little hellholes. id skin them alive, punch em all, rude maniacs. so what if i hit their fucking window, their fence, their property?! so what if i hit it, i dint damage it! what the damn hell? they think they're *!*@!!#()!(#)($)!($)(!$()!)$. hm. i play basketball right? and the ball goes over the fence and hits their side, and those little niggas start a fucking brawl!!! loudmouths, they is. if i could, if no one was fucking around to fucking enforce it, id FAWKING rip their damned guts out, you sweard to hell i would; i got the nerves of steel, i got guts, i got told bold courage, hellya i do if thats the only thing i got & nuttin else. if i wouldnt, id be a bloody madman. and theeeenn i finished reading The Catcher In The Rye by JD Salinger. it turned out to be a freaking hellofa book. a lovely book, but critical. a bit 2 critical actually. call me a stinking madman, if u want. phonies and bastards the world is. i wanna get off on some people just to get free of the shittiness of people. i swear, bloody hell. and whats worse is this miserable haircut. pshhhhh. if iu think my language is the absolute horrible; its terrific actually!!! i just am too laid back about shit like this. like when some assholes threaten me a thousand times not to do something, i might as wel be deaf. and screw around and still do something. either theres something really wrong with me or theres something reallllly wrong with me. im a crumb bum, sometimes, u know? and Holden Caulfield, main character of Catcher in the rye, is one too. except hes dastardly rich. and the books pretty good. and i cancelled movie watchings. was gonna movie hop or something again. shit. u know what preppy people are? they're damned squares. they're triangels. they're fucking polygons. lamers. and NO, i dont fucking need a fucking fucking breather. im out._

April 14, 2004; 9pm, WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY

_miserable haircut... i know, everyone knows about it basically. but dun wurri, once it all grows back, youll see how great i am!!! literally. but i pay $10 everytime i go there to cut my hair. and i cut my hair like once every 3 months in chink town of Oakland. its becoming a routine. today visited friend since my childhood, Thomas Antony McCoy. and Grace as well! both were there in Gilroy, the last two permanent companions i had. i was close to tears, i betcha i was. i remember tom was close to tears once as wel, but dont cry tom! youve quit drinking habits, reduced smoking by a great amount, and you're much more settled. Grace's dog is a labrador retriever, quite golden really. she's still blonde and about to have 65th bday in May! and Tom is turning 65 in November. HAPPY EARLY BDAY TO BOTH!!! the unfortunate thing was that there was a total of around 3 hrs of commuting there; that was a no no, mucho bad thing. so claustrophobic and clamped inside the vehicle... aye yi yi yi yaaa!!! my car sickness and car lag has been redued greatly over the years, but still... i had about 6 slices of pizza at Straw Hat Pizza at lunch, then cruised around for some sightseeing with Tom. my, he's changed! he's a lot buffer. and his personality is still as adorable and charming, and he's still jocular and wise as ever. God, i wish everyone i knew was there other thannnn mom and dave, little brother. it felt like ancient ages ever since i visited Gilroy. seemed like a lifetime to me, yet it was only about a year. lovely california weather greeted us as we entered town limits. its population is 45,000, just about 1/2 of San Leandro's. the outskirts of Gilroy expanded a bit, and as Tom quoted, "The country isn't country anymore." we chatted about a whole lotta stuffs. unbeliveable!!! totally incomprehensible, ya know? the facts that in San Francisco, theres a newspaper company thats ruled by the Fongs. and in Foster City by dads brother and his family rules a whole lot of restaurants. and then in Gilroy, Tom told me that a certain chinese restaurant was owned by a man named by Fong. its odd, today had a mystically wondrous aura around it. please dont misjudge me by writing so much... i think its becoming a bad habit of mines. and chocolate doesnt cause acne, bejeezus!!! AND everyone asks me about driver's license. i know, im really not that ready yet... and even if i DO get it, i'll end up incapable of getting a car, which is the main idea in the whole first place! grace said part of her family's gone. i asked her why? because they moved! she answered, meaning us. her four children were gone, and now she travels worldwide to see the world. adventurous!! her ole antique shop is same as ever, good gosh. and she was married when she was about my age. she never went to college. they pressure younguns like me very much nowadays. im trying to get into a music industry related career, like director, supervisor, and the like. i really dont approve of machine related things, like photo cameras... eheh... -_- but anyyways just for old times sakes and for the Fables Of Friendship, i took a couple of pictures with the two once in a lifetime friends. Tom spoke of buying a ranch and one of those expensive houses in real estate mags... and raising a yak!!! i questioned him. he answered yaks were smaller than cows, easier to manage, and lived longer, and didnt contract as many diseases as cows. and the yak wool is very profitable. tight!!! amazing how much one can learn from wise Tom!!! hes cooler every second, ice coolllll. i love how he loves that; the reasons im heard and my dreams came true, without you all, there is no me. the reason im seen is because of you, i wanna just show all my companions some L-O-V-E. what im really trying to say is... I wanna THANK YOU. if it werent for you, there'd be no me. i mean it all from the bottom of my heart. tomorrow david is gonna drag me and some relatives to yum cha as in going to outside eating!!! arghh, peppermint schnapps. im quite sleepy now._

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